My Trust Is In the Lord

Verse 1

My trust is in the Lord; What foe can injure me? Why bid me like a bird Before the fowler flee? The Lord is on His heavenly throne, Omnipotent to save His own.

Verse 2

The wicked may assail, The tempter sorely try, All earth’s foundations fail, All nature’s springs be dry; Yet God is in His holy shrine, And I am strong while He is mine.

Verse 3

His flock to Him is dear, He watches them from high; He sends them trials here To fit them for the sky: But safely will He tend and keep The humblest, feeblest of His sheep.

Verse 4

His foes a season here May triumph and prevail; But ah, the hour is near When all their hopes must fail: While like the sun His saints shall rise, And shine with Him above the skies.